Wednesday, April 6, 2011

I want to show you that it doesn't have to be complicated.
I want to tell you why the world frightens me.
He's the reason, but you don't know him,
So how could I possibly explain?
I want your help, so badly,
But I don't want you to have to help me.
I just want the bad things to go away.
And then you wouldn't have to be my shoulder to cry on.

I want to show you that we could work.
We could make it work.
Please let me show you.